"Wake up, wake up, Jin Nanjiang. Let's go watch a jailbreak." Zheng Fan's gentle voice sounded beside Jin Nanjiang's ear.
"I... wasn't I making talismans?" Jin Nanjiang answered groggily.
"Culu." "Jin Nanjiang, you passed out from exhaustion. Are you feeling any better now?" Zheng Fan's voice slowly brought Jin Nanjiang back to her senses.
"Your hand... don't put it just anywhere." Although she still couldn't control her body, Jin Nanjiang could already feel a steady stream of Heaven-and-Earth Spiritual Qi pouring into her through the Shanzhong Point in her chest.
Judging by appearances alone, Jin Nanjiang was a twenty-year-old young woman, while Zheng Fan was a sixteen-year-old kid. Of course, Zheng Fan really had been only sixteen when he was ambushed at Xiangyang High School. Then, in the Digimon World, his physical body had been converted into data energy. Although his cultivation hadn't advanced, he had gained certain traits of the Spirit Realm, and his appearance had become fixed. Afterward, Zheng Fan had wandered around the Void for a while, but time didn't truly pass there, so most spells that could determine age could only tell that he was seventeen. Of course, for cultivators, age wasn't the issue-lifespan was what mattered. Immortals who cultivated had lifespans of at least a million years.
Appearances were one thing, but Jin Nanjiang had known Zheng Fan for quite some time. She could comfortably call him Fan and naturally call him Brother Fan, but that didn't mean she could ignore the hand he had placed on her chest.
"Is something wrong?" Zheng Fan asked blankly. Normally, once she regained consciousness, the first thing Jin Nanjiang should have done was straighten her posture and circulate her cultivation method. Besides, he hadn't pressed the wrong acupuncture point, so why was she reacting like this?
"You idiot!